Category Archives: North Carolina
by Anna Jeffries VanZytveld | Aug 27, 2020 |
No one tells you that the challenge of finding friends and creating community extends beyond just high school, beyond just university.
by Jon Gorter | Sep 28, 2019 |
Maybe restoration doesn’t have to be all or nothing, maybe it doesn’t have to be so black-and-white.
by Josh deLacy | Dec 6, 2015 |
D.A.R.E. to explore the unexplored. Here be monsters and suddenly we’re the first ones, wading through myth and legend and finding freedom, happiness, and warmth. We don’t see dragons or lose our grades. We don’t get pregnant. We aren’t shoving suppositories up our asses à la Trainspotting or whoring à la Requiem for a Dream. It’s just nice. Warm and cozy and soft. One of us uses the word “underwhelming.”
by Bethany Tap | Jul 25, 2014 |
On our wedding night, Clarissa and I got a call from our roommates in North Carolina saying that our house had been robbed. Someone had thrown a brick through the kitchen window.
by Bethany Tap | Apr 25, 2014 |
Friends who I can count on to read my work and respond sincerely to it. Friends for drinking coffee, for studying, for drinking a glass of wine while playing board games.
by Bethany Tap | Dec 25, 2013 |
That Perry Como song comes on the radio, and I’m a wreck because there really is no place like home, whether it’s for the holidays or any time of year.
by Bethany Tap | Oct 25, 2013 |
The entire class was given the mandate of answering the question, “What is the Purpose of Writing?” in ten words or less. Here are my eight words: To reflect and share humanity, good and bad.
by Bethany Tap | Sep 25, 2013 |
A month into graduate school, I have decided that I need a pep-talk from myself. Hopefully, this is either amusing or helpful to others.
by Bethany Tap | Aug 25, 2013 |
There will be many events that happen which are completely out of my control. When those situations occur, the trick will be to let go while continuing to hold on.
by Bethany Tap | Jul 25, 2013 |
I want to practice my art, and if living on the edge of poverty is the price I have to pay, so be it. It has taken time for me to come to this conclusion, but a little post-Calvin life experience has helped me to realize the importance of writing in my life.
